Date: Wed, 05 May 2004 11:14:00 -0400
From: grassofhome
Subject: childhood part 8

Everything in this is made up.  All parts are played by people of 18 or
older.


I was beginning to wake up and was desperately hanging on to my wonderful
dream. Lori was in my dream sitting in between my legs licking a cherry
Popsicle. But now she had long black hair. Then she slipped the Popsicle
down to her cunt and thrust it in and out as red juice gushed out the edges
of her love hole. Then she moved her Popsicle over to my tool and ran it up
and down the shaft ever so slowly. Then just as I am about to cum she forces
the tip of the frozen wonder into my hot hole as buckets of red cherry
flavored cum erupt out of my ever growing dick like magma from Mount Saint
Helen.

As the cum hit my taught belly I woke up. It took a second for my eyes to
adjust to the dim light of the room. It was my basketball buddy stroking and
sucking on my stiff rod. I try to sit up but he is not quite done. He pushes
me back down and licks up the puddle produced by our joint effort.

"what are you doing?"

"Just entertaining myself."

Did you just rape me in my sleep?"

"I don't think so I was just sucking and fingering you without you knowing."

"You mean without permission." He shrugged his shoulders and said, "what's
the difference?"

I didn't have the wits to argue with the cob webs in my head. I wiped my
eyes and tried to focus on his half mast dick. " I have to piss."

"No water. Can't flush"

The memories of the storm and the blacked out cum party and eventual
outdoors shower was coming back to me. I move his mouth from my still hard
sticky rod and made my way to the back door. He joined me and we pissed into
the storm drain in the landing at the stair well. The sun was wanting to
come up over the horizon but had no chance against the dark clouds. I was
drawn to full awakeness by the cold gust of wind that covered my naked body.
A naughty thought crossed my mind so I reached down to My buddies piss
stream and ran my fingers through the stream like flicking the tips of a
picket fence. The piss splashed in rhythmic patterns against our four legs.
He jumped back and whispered through pursed lips, "What was that for?"

"I just felt like it." I reached over and held his still running hose and
drew circles on the outside stair wall with the stream. We giggled and he
did the same to me. It was when his hand gripped my shaft that I winced with
pain.

I had a sore on the left side of my dick. It was right where his thumb had
rested so often last night. We had failed to use oil enough. My dick was
smarting. I finished and rinsed off in the misty rain as did my sports
buddy. He tried to examine the spot of raw meat and tried to dry it so a
bandage could stick. The pain and the cold made me shrink up and caused the
bandage to droop off. We gave up and went back to the room. We moved to a
full length mirror so I cold see my dick wound but we got carried away and
started posing like fashion models.

I grabbed two shirts from my closet and we slipped them on. Mine was a white
pull over with three buttons. His was a white dress shirt that he decided
not to button. We did the one-leg-up position that can be seen so much in
Gap advertisements. Then we started putting our hands on each other and
looked more like Abercrombie and Finch. I kept pulling back his shirt to
reveal his large red nipples and he kept tonguing my ear and tucking his
cock back between his legs so he looked like a girl.

It wasn't long before I pulled out a pack of cigarettes and we stood close
up to the mirror with our eyes at half mast trying our best to look cool.
One more trip out the back door to get our hair wet so we could style it. I
got as close as I could to James Dean. He kept trying to pull his hair back
into a pony tail. It was almost long enough. After that it was porn star
positions. We twisted and grouped with me in only my shirt and him in his
open dress shirt, his watch, and his two necklaces. We licked and sucked to
give each the a wonderful show. It was great but we were getting colder by
the minuet.

My dick was screaming with pain every time I got to full erection. I tried
to keep it down but some battles can not be won. I needed some first aid on
my shaft and no nurse that would understand. The shirts went back to the
hangers.

The conclusion was reached that toilet paper and some tight under shorts
would have to do for temporary first aid. After some scavenging in the back
of my dresser I found a pair of wine colored briefs. I walked a bit funny
but had some relief. My friend looked at his watch and announced that it was
only 7:00 a.m. By the look of the sky it was still pre-dawn. He looked odd
standing there in nothing but his watch and two necklaces. One necklace was
a thin leather black string with a cross on it. The other was an equally
thin brown leather band with a marijuana leaf on it. They hung hooked to
each other.

I reached over and untangled them. I let the back of my hand fall slowly
down his soft chest to his big woman nipples and continued to brush over and
over one until it hardened and stood out like a pink golf ball someone had
run over with a car. I let my hand fall more to his soft stomach and let my
fingers lay in the wrinkles formed by his slouching posture. I came to rest
where I always came to rest. On his mostly flacid penis. I ran my fingers
over the circumcised head and rolled it around as it wanted to come to life.
I traced the veins with my pinky tip as if marking my way back home on a
map. I brushed his flesh looking for pubes but found only downy fluff. I
rested my fingers on his balls and first examined one then the other. I set
in on his rod and brought it to full staff with my palm and fingers. I
looked into his eyes and he looked back through the dusky light. I asked,
"what has changed?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean we used to be quick and rough and wham bam thank you mam, but now
things are different. What is it? What has changed since...well, since just a
few weeks ago?"

"Teddy! Me! You changed me. You are the reason I am the way I am. Don't you
like it? I told you last night that you flipped me when we camped out and I
was ready to do some jerking off with a little oil. You figured we could
butt fuck. After that you showed me how to suck and fuck. After you told me
about the great time you and Greg have all I wanted to do was to give you
that same kind of pleasure so you would want to be with me as much as you
want to be with Greg. What changed? I changed. And I changed for you. If you
don't like it I can do something different. Just say the word."

I kept gently slowly stroking his rod and used my free hand to cup his cheek
and leaned over and kissed him on the other cheek. "No. I like every change
you have made. Keep it up and I'll learn to adapt. I really do like this."
He reached for my crotch and I pulled away. "It just hurts too bad right
now." I kissed him again on the lips. He just stood their with his hand on
my thigh and enjoyed my touch.

I began quietly French kissing him in a slow motion seductive way. I
flattened out my palm and hooked his cock with my thumb so the soft
underside had complete contact with my hand. My fingers probed down, down,
down the shaft to the hard rod that hid inside the nut sack. I pushed a bit
harder and he moaned. I asked if it hurt and he smiled and shook his head
yes but whispered, "don't stop." I brushed back his long brown hair behind
his ear so I had complete access to his neck. I kissed it lightly not
wanting to leave any marks that parents could see. I moved to his side and
tucked one arm behind his neck and let my hand rest over his shoulder and on
his nipple. I twisted it and plucked it hard. He began to purr under my
touch. I fed my tongue into his ear and collected a small blob of hand cream
and worked it into his gland. He purred louder. I had found a combination he
was reacting to nicely. I kept tonguing his ear and plucking his nipple hard
while working the cream into his head. His back arched and his head went
back. He shook for a brief second then nothing. He shook again a bit more.
Finally he went into a spasm and his knees went wobbly.

I completely expected him to tap me say "ok" and walk away. Instead he
whispered, "don't stop!" I left the combination the way it was for a few
seconds and herd him getting louder and louder under my grip. I moved to his
full shaft with my fist and went back to his mouth with my mouth. My hand
came off of his left nipple and on the other nipple. I plucked it just as
hard. In about three minutes he came again. He was deflating in my hands. He
said through tight lips, "Don't Stop" I sank to my knees and took his soft
prick into my mouth. The hand cream tasted like earl gray tea and I
swallowed it just to get it out of the way. I worked his balls with one hand
and reached around his ass to his crack. I grabbed another glob of hand
cream and worked my index and ring finger into his hole. He pushed his hips
against them and I squeezed gently on his balls. This time he came in under
two minutes...wet! It was only a few droops but it had the familiar taste of
sardines and vinager. It had the smell of bleach. This time he shook like a
leaf and sat crossed legged on the floor as silent tear came to the corners
of his eyes.

"You came bitch! It was great. You totally shot off in my mouth. How did it
feel?"

"It did feel different." He wiped his nose with the back of his hand and
rubbed his few tears away with the tips of his fingers. He looked up at me
and said he was cold and could we get under the covers again.

My bed was a disaster. It smelled of spunk, saliva and boy sweat. I pulled
down the covers of the extra bed and out popped a note. It read, "When you
find this bring it to me." It was singed by my brother. I tossed it to the
floor and we scrambled in and warmed each other in a matter of minutes.

I woke up again around eight and looked at his watch. I could hear moving
around upstairs so I got up and found his under shorts and tried to put them
on him in case we were interrupted. He woke up as I was fishing his feet
into the leg holes and he understood what I was up to and finished up. I
explained that we did not want to be caught naked in the same bed. He agreed
and also put on his shorts. We spooned back into position in the warm bed.

As we nodded off again I said under my breath, "I just can't believe you
raped me this morning."

"I don't think what I did was quite rape."

"No, but if you try harder next time it could be."

We drifted in and out of sleep for the next few minutes then got up for
good. We dressed and I gave him a set of my clothes. He combed his long hair
and we rubbed some tooth paste on our teeth. He grabbed my tooth brush and
put it in his mouth. I protested and he snickered. "Boy", he said. "I have
had your dick, your cum, you ass and every inch of your body in my mouth and
you have done the same for me and now you worry about a little mint flavored
spit. Get real!"

Once up stairs we discovered that breakfast was cereal and almost cold milk.
My friend used his cell to call home, and found that they were out of power.
We had had a hurricane last night, and that it was likely to rain for the
next two days. What a pisser. At least the wind had died down.

We ate, and then found dad in the garage with the door opened, sitting
inside on the leather seats listening to the news on the radio. We opened
the back of the van and sat on the tail. The rain came straight down like
puppet strings. "You want us to take you home?"

"Not really. there is just as little to do there with and no one to do them
at home. I'll just hang with you if it's O.K."

My dad's voice came from the front, "it will be fine. We will take you home
after dinner." We sat in silence for a long time then something started
moving at the bottom of the hill. It was an orange mound on wheels.

As it got closer it was obvious that it was a member of the Medicare mafia.
The Floyd boys at the bottom of the hill have a sister that had some disease
which qualified for one of those old people scooters. It was a hover-round
or a little rascal or some such. He had on an orange poncho with the hood
pulled tight over his face like the tourists wear, and was coming our way.
He pulled into our driveway and just looked at us and then at my dad behind
the wheel. Finally he said, "What up?"

My buddy said "Yo G" like he was making fun of him for trying to sound
black. My dad got out and shut off the radio. He came back for a look at the
scooter and just shook his head and invited him in. He said "no thanks".

Once my dad went inside the orange mound became a chatter box. He lowered
his hood. It was Terry. He was ten and the middle child of the Floyd clan.
They each had a scooter that was meant for their sister. They used them like
I used my bike. He leaned in and said softly, "I got something for you, but
we need privacy."

We walked to the door kicked off our wet shoes at the step and he left his
poncho over his scooter. We made our way to the basement. I led him to my
room and locked the door. Once in the room he lifted one leg and showed a
ten of cigarettes held to his leg with blue tape. He said "wrong leg" and
lifted the other leg. It was two packs of Winston's in the crush proof pack.
He pealed them off his leg.

The contrast in colors was striking. His lower leg was dark tan and this
thigh was milky white with blue veins running here and there. The blue tape
set off the veins and the higher he moved the leg of his short the more I
wanted to see everything. He handed the two packs to me and said they were a
gift from Joe. "What about the other pack?" I asked.

"they're for someone else" he answered.

My buddy asked, "Were those Turkish Jade cigarettes?"

"Yes"

"Are they for Brian Coolage?"

"How did you know?"

My buddy started laughing. He explained that he knew about how Brian paid
for his cigarettes, but just did not know who he paid. Terry started
blushing. I grinned greedily, "Tell me. I have to know."

My buddy moved to block the door to prevent Terry from leaving during the
story. It was a long story, but the short version was that Brian gave Terry
and hand job for every pack of Turkish Jade he could score from his
grandparents store. I turned and placed one hand on Terry's shoulder and
said, "Boy, I'll give you a great hand job for just one of those cigs." for
emphasis I ran the other hand to his leg and up his shorts leg.

With a look of panic he fumbled with his belt buckle and finally opened his
shorts. I moved his hands away and unzipped his zipper. He grabbed the waist
band and held them in place while he asked, "how do I know this isn't a
joke?" I leaned in and kissed him on the lips and asked as I found his hard
three and a half incher with the tips of my fingers, "does this feel like a
joke, or does this feel like a hand job? He let loose of the shorts and I
let loose of his member so they could fall to the floor. He stepped out of
them and I led him to the bed by hooking my fingers in the top of his boxers
and tugging them. His hard little pecker was visible just an inch from my
hand.

My buddy wedged his body between the night stand and my shoulder. Terry
looked up at him still with a bit of fear in his eyes and asked, "Is he
going to watch?" I knew he wanted for my buddy to leave but I pretended I
did not understand and took things a little further.

"Oh, I get it. You don't want to be the only naked boy in the room". With
that I let go of his boxers and quickly jerked off My basketball buddy's
shorts and under shorts with one movement. I then took Terry's small shaking
hand and wrapped it around his cock. I bent down to kiss his cock head and
while I was there I kissed Terry's hand also. They made eye contact and my
buddy just grinned and pumped his eye brows in anticipation.

I went back to Terry's undies. I slowly rolled down the elastic band and
then stopped and rubbed his tent. I pulled a little more on the legs like I
was going to jerk them off just like I had my buddy, but instead I just let
the dick head poke out of the fly. I brushed it with the back of my hand and
he shivered. I went back to the elastic and rolled down one more fold. He
raised his hips off the bed and I rolled it down two, three and four more
times and finally it was off his dick and onto his nut sack.

I then started just playing with the shaft. I moved my buddy back a step so
I could reach the hand cream. Terry asked, "What's that?"

"It's my secret weapon against dick sores." With that I slathered his rod
with the rose scented hand cream. As the feelings rose in his loins he
started pumping my buddy`s stiffy. I stopped everything to ask , "Do you
think this will get on your cloths?"

We all agreed that Terry had to be naked. Because my hands were greasy My
buddy had to do the honors. He pulled the shorts all the way off and helped
Terry with his shirt. That left him in only some shorty socks. Now things
got into full gear. My buddy moved his hand over the young flesh stretched
out before us. He found every sensitive spot on the boy's body. He stroked
his underarms and his lips. He rolled his nipples and even poked one finger
into his mouth and told him to "do it like a cock."

Terry certainly knew what to do with a cock in his mouth. My buddy moved so
he was standing on his knees on the bed and had his dick only a few inches
from Terry's mouth. Terry did not bite, literally. He just kept jerking on
his rod. I used one hand to fondle Terr's inside leg and balls. The other
never left his dick. I could tell he was building up to his pleasure point
but he just was not getting there. I reversed my grip on his rod and started
doing the infinite pussy.

That is where you grease up both hands and only stroke down putting your
next fist right behind the other and pushing down again. It has the feeling
that you are just constantly going deeper into a pussy.

With in a few minutes he began to shake. He laid his free arm over his eyes
like the light hurt his them. He moaned and then said, "Oh Tits!" He thrust
his hips into the air and said louder, Oh Tits!" I kept it up with the
infinite pussy. With only his shoulders and heels touching the bed he shook
again, and said slowly through clinched teeth, TTTTTitttsssssssssss.

My buddy took advantage of this moment of weakness and slapped his dick onto
Terry's lips but the boy did not take it. Terry's teeth made contact with
the hot rod and a droop of spit on Terr's lips clung to his dick but no
head-job was coming from that mouth.

He shook one more time and then fell to the bed. I did not stop. I went back
to regular jacking off and after only about ten strokes he pushed my hand
away and reached for the covers. I stopped him long enough to place our cum
towel over his oil slick dick then covered him up and tucked him in. I
turned to my butt naked buddy and kissed him and pulled him in close to
whisper into his ear, "I want the whole pack of jade... And I want to flip
this guy!"

My buddy slipped into bed with Terry and asked, "Did you like that?"

"Yes."

"Would you like more?"

"Yes!" My buddy slipped his arm around Terry and let him rest his head on
his chest. He kissed Terry on the forehead and then a quick peck on the
lips.

Terry asked, "What's your name?" My buddy laughed, "ha, isn't that cool. You
just get naked and in bed with a boy and you don't even know his name. You
are well on your way to being a slut." With that he started exploring more
of the young body. Terry did the same to him.

"What would a person have to do to get the rest of that pack?" there was an
awkward pause. "How about If we let you suck one of us?" He did not react.
"How about if we suck you. I think that is at least worth a pack, don't
you?" With that he nodded yes. "Teddy, you up for a snack?"

"Always. Who am I doing?"

"Our young friend. He has agreed to exchange that pack of Turkish jade for
some head." I did not hesitate. I pulled down the covers and took off the
towel as My buddy kissed him over and over again. Finally as he was getting
his tongue into Terry's mouth I went to work. I took the whole thing into my
mouth right away, balls, shaft and all. I could hear my buddy whispering
into his ear. After about minute my buddy turned so his mouth was at the
boys scrota and his dick was in Terry's face. I let the balls slip out of my
mouth covered in my own saliva.  I worked on his shaft with my tongue and
lips while my buddy gnawed on his small undeveloped sack with is mouth.

My hands went over his chest and arms. His fingers found Terry's butt but
the boy would not unclench. I moved my hands to his mouth to see if he would
suck on my fingers but found him licking my buddy's dick head. It only took
a few minutes for the boy to climax, but this time he did not raise up of
the bed, he only twisted and gave a husky muffled "Tits!" about a dozen
times.

With that I claimed the Turkish Jade and Terry laid back by himself still
not able to speak. He handled his limp dick as we covered him back up and he
started re-living the event only seconds n the past. We stood in the middle
of the floor just holding and kissing each other. I still had on my shorts.
My buddy in only his watch and his two necklaces. We kissed, giggled, rocked
back and fourth and rubbed my tent against his erection. I whispered, "do
you think he's flipped yet?"

He answered. "no but give him time and he will crave the cock as much as I
do."

We went back to hugging each other, as we glanced over looking at Terry,
covered up and looking shell shocked what just happened. It would only take
time to flip him I thought to myself.